Each day was a mess With no one to talk to No shoulder for my head to rest
We pass each other by Wondering when our war would end
Not a war of fire But of cold, cold ice
You smiled at me one day And I smiled back
It was a start For today
Where we finally talked And you didn't hate me
And my fears Were your fears And we had thought our friendship was gone
But it had ended The wall between us
I could finally hold your hand and say, "It was terrible being at war with you."
And you replied likewise
I talked with my friend for the first time today after a year. I thought she hated me and she thought the same. But in the end, it seems that friendship can still sail through the storm. There is still things that needs ironing out, but I hope we keep what we had lost and now found again